Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Has A Possessive Mate Novels & Stories

He slapped me. “ You stupid bitch” he said, strangling my neck in the process. I could only try to pry his hands but they were too long for me. This was the Alpha I almost fell in love with. “ I bring you in, feed you, give you freedom, and you run away to mate with someone else” He knew! He knew Orion and I had already strengthened our mate bond. “You thought I wouldn’t find out? That stupid mark is one of the ugliest I’ve ever seen behind your neck”he said, disgust spilling of him.

But I refuse to believe he deserves better than me. "You belong to me, Allen." I chanted as I thrust my hips into him, he moaned sinfully around me. The way he took it, the way he begged for it and yet, the power that radiates through his eyes. He drives me crazy. The truth is, he is the one who owns me. Not the other way around.

She clutched her chest in pain and fought against the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Why is this happening to me? This stabbing sensation. Her wolf was in torture. She could hear it howling painfully within her, wishing to reach out and rip that woman from her mate. She barely understood to the purpose of this new found possessiveness. She did not love him did she? She barely knows him! So why does it hurt so much to see him in her embrace, eyes lost in the beauty of her flawless glow. And she shall be forced to watch this torture all the time henceforth. My spirit would be broken to a thousand pieces from it. Her own best friend in the embrace of her fated mate.

,Holy shit we both stopped and gaged loud for her and her people to hear. "I already fucking told you bitch I'm pregnant by my mate we fully fucking mated and I only crave his cock now go the fuck away before I rip your head off!!!",damn my cock was weeping at her tone and swearing. "fuck me",I growled as she went down to catch the cum she craved sucking my cock hard while I moaned.

Henry stuttered, His mom's face scrunched up in disapproval. "Which friend? Did I ask you to bring a friend to your father's burial? Don't you have respect for a lady? Is this how you'll continue? Even at your dad's burial, you still have the guts to bring a slut? Who knows if this is why you haven't met your mate?" she lashed out, leaving me unsure whether to feel happy or sad at being called a slut while also being worried for his mate. "Mum! Not her, for goodness sake! She's my mate, not a slut!" Henry exclaimed, and I looked up at him in shock. Did he just claim me as his mate?

David arched his brow, “she has no clue who you are does she?” I shook my head, “not a fucking clue, all she knows is that I own the club and just fucked the shit out of her.” Siting his drink down David laughed, “it won’t take him long to figure out who is buying her all this shit.” Leaning back in my chair I shrugged, “I don’t really care how long it takes him cause I’m not sure if I’m going to give her back or not.” David looked up at me shaking his head, “aw shit Lucas, have you found a new pet.”

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

Stepping back away from the dangerous cage in front of her eyes. "You should get ready to leave," Pandora said with an excited sigh. That sardonic smile forced her to keep dodging. "Yes, I'll leave immediately as long as I get one kiss back from you." "That can't be happening—" "I owned the rules. I can do what I want." No idea how the man sped up. Next thing, Pandora's body was trapped between a corner of the wall. A strong masculine scent filled Pandora's sense of smell. She couldn't deny that the man had an intoxicating scent. Pandora almost fell into a trance.

I stood in the dark, a chill spreading through my entire body. After what felt like an eternity, Willow gently pushed the swaying Lucas away, finally "noticing" me. "Lucas, is that your mate? She's here to pick you up." Her voice was light, filled with the casual confidence of a winner. Lucas turned to look at me, his gaze unfocused. "What? What mate? That's just my ride!" Using his drunkenness as a shield, he professed his love for Willow without holding anything back. "Only you are worthy of me. I only love you, Willow. You know that. How could I ever be mate to another she-wolf?"